2001-05-30 :: 11:53 p.m.


I hear strings. This is illness or a choir. Or maybe I just loved that boy until tinnitus.

"How has Sundaygirl been loyal?" Do you remember that stupid question from a hundred years ago in that email questionnaire the ex-roommate sent along? It's not so stupid anymore. To me, at least. Go figure.

Welcome to the part of me that still carries torches, and pictures never missing it again. This is the late night me. Smoking frenzy and bare feet.

(you are forgiven)

In an effort to make me lighter, I will give you the benefit of the doubt. And just hope you meant every single stunning syllable.

Come home bruised and happy. Come home having lost the luggage.

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